You and Me

Psychopath

(This will be extremely disturbing to most people
Viewer discretion is advised
Trigger warning)

Febuary 14th.
Your least favorite day of the year.

If started off simple and sweet with little candies and cards with around little puns.

Then it got a creepier with things such as, 'Can I walk you home? My mom always told me to follow my dreams ♡', and even worse, 'I want to make a lampshade out of your skin because you light up my life'.

But then, two days before the horrible holiday you found a box on your doorstep that reeked.

When you opened it there was a stomach.

A real human stomach, and a note on top saying, 'I always get butterflies in my stomach around you'.

That's when you got even more freaked out than before.

You had called the police but it wasn't the top priority, but now... now they really listened.

The next day there was another box.

Despite all better judgement you opened it.

'You take my breath away' and a pair of lungs.

You gagged and ran to the bathroom, losing the contents of your stomach before calling the police again.

There was an officer placed with you per your request.

"So, how long has this been going on?" Adam, as you had learned his name was, asked.

"It's been going on for ten years, since I was twelve," you explained.  "It was all pretty normal for, seven years, then on the eighth year they started getting a bit creepy," you shuddered.

"Well, we'll get this person, I promise," he said.

You smiled at him and yawned.

"You should get sombre sleep, you've had a long day," he suggested, putting a hand in your shoulder then moving closer to the door.

"Yeah, okay, and umm, if you need anything feel free to ask," you said with a small smile.

He smiled back and you went upstairs, falling asleep.

You woke up the next day and went through your morning routine before noticing, Adam was gone.

"Adam?" You called, looking around for the brunette, but he wasn't there.

You opened the door and found another box on the porch but a few things were obviously different.

It was not only on it's side, but it wasn't placed carefully on the middle of the welcome mat.

You grabbed it and unfortunatly curiosity got the better of you.

You opened it.

There was a heart.

'It's not exactly my heart but I think you get the idea ♡ 💋'

You choked and threw the box away, putting a hand on your chest, feeling sick.

You looked up and spotted a small red puddle, and you knew all to well what it was.

You leaned on a wall and tried to catch your breath, just then a familiar figure appeared.

"Y/n!" Adam gasped, rising to your side.

"I can't take this any longer," you cried, tears building up.

You had been told the day before that the stomach and lungs belonged to different people so there was a good chance that there were now three different bodies because some freak was obsessed with you.

Adam hugged you carefully, holding you close.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispered, "it'll be okay. We're going to catch her," he murmured.

"Her?" You asked.

"Here I'll explain it to you inside."

(Time skip)

So apparently you had been in a really deep sleep when your stalker came to your door, Adam saw and immediately tried to arrest her, causing panic, which the haphasard placement of the box, and she ran.

He shot her in the arm, causing the small pool of blood before running again.

Adam chased her and called for backup but she had climbed a building, Assassin's Creed style and escaped despite everyone's best efforts.

That had all happened a week ago and in the time that he had been with you Adam had become a close friend and they had caught your stalker, although she had claimed endlessly that it wasn't her.

(March 3rd)

Apparently not.

(So if you read through it and want more I already have ideas for, and am writing, a second part and potentially a third one. So if you wanna see that tell me and I'll post it one I finish writing but if you don't want it then I won't XD)

(I was tired when I wrote this and I honestly don't want to proofread this yet, I'm sure I'll edit it later, but for the mean time that's my excuse fur any and all bad grammer/spelling/storytelling)